“Ho!” said Marjorie, “if I’m
going to use this thing so seldom I don’t think
I’d cry if I should lose it.”

“Perhaps it’s a something for Sunday,”
suggested Molly, “then you’d use it only
once a week, you know.”

“Oh, what a funny verse this is,” said
Marjorie, as she read:

“I’m nothing to eat, I’m nothing
to wear; You can only use me high up in the air.”

“I know what it is,” said Stella, with
her funny little air of decision; “it’s
a kite! You could only use that high in the air,
you know; and it’s that Japanese sort that squeezes
all up to nothing and then spreads out when you open
it.”

“I believe it is,” said Midge, “only
you know it said it was made of metal. But just
listen to this next verse!

“I am not pretty, I am not gay, But you’ll
enjoy me every day.”

The boxes were getting very small now, and Marjorie
felt sure that the one she held in her hand must be
the last one, unless, indeed, the gift was a cherry
stone. The verse read: